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Photos: Nollywood Actress Dakore Akande Dazzles At Music Meets Runway 2014

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Photos: Nollywood Actress Dakore Akande Dazzles At Music Meets Runway 2014

Dec 25, 2014  – Pictures: Nigerian Actress Dakore Akande Dazzles At Music Meets Runway 2014

Nollywood actress Dakore Akande was at the 2014’s biggest music and fashion event that held few days ago at the Eko Hotel & Suites in VI Lagos.

Ex-Nollywood actress Caroline Danjuma and other celebrities were also spotted at the event.

See photos below:

17 Comments

17 Comments

  1. Mathew Iyke

    December 25, 2014 at 6:22 AM

    Danjuma hubby look like her dad. She has entered one chance bus

    • Steve Onuh

      December 25, 2014 at 6:33 AM

      I use to think of the same Musa Danjuma has succeeded in tying her down to the marriage. They are not compatible

  2. Metu Nyetu

    December 25, 2014 at 7:12 AM

    Dis is a piece dat I saw somwher. 4giv dat I pasted it as a comment. I usd a toy phone dat cnt email, & I cnt visit a cyber cafe nw.
    I want as many as posibl ppl 2 read dis & learn. U may publish it as a sepr8 news item on its own. I’ll paste it in 3 or mor parts, bt they r one. Thanks.

    MARRIED OR NOT, YOU SHOULD
    READ THIS …

    “When I got home that night as
    my wife served dinner, I held her
    hand and said, I’ve got something
    to tell you. She sat down and ate
    quietly. Again I observed the hurt
    in her eyes.
    Suddenly I didn’t know how to
    open my mouth. But I had to let
    her know what I was thinking. I
    want a divorce. I raised the topic
    calmly. She didn’t seem to be
    annoyed by my words, instead
    she asked me softly, why?
    I avoided her question. This made
    her angry. She threw away the
    chopsticks and shouted at me,
    you are not a man! That night, we
    didn’t talk to each other. She was
    weeping. I knew she wanted to
    find out what had happened to
    our marriage. But I could hardly
    give her a satisfactory answer;
    she had lost my heart to Jane. I
    didn’t love her anymore. I just
    pitied her!

  3. Metu Nyetu

    December 25, 2014 at 7:18 AM

    With a deep sense of guilt, I
    drafted a divorce agreement
    which stated that she could own
    our house, our car, and 30%
    stake of my company. She glanced
    at it and then tore it into pieces.
    The woman who had spent ten
    years of her life with me had
    become a stranger. I felt sorry for
    her wasted time, resources and
    energy but I could not take back
    what I had said for I loved Jane
    so dearly. Finally she cried loudly
    in front of me, which was what I
    had expected to see. To me her
    cry was actually a kind of release.
    The idea of divorce which had
    obsessed me for several weeks
    seemed to be firmer and clearer
    now.
    The next day, I came back home
    very late and found her writing
    something at the table. I didn’t
    have supper but went straight to
    sleep and fell asleep very fast
    because I was tired after an
    eventful day with Jane. When I
    woke up, she was still there at the
    table writing. I just did not care
    so I turned over and was asleep
    again.

  4. Metu Nyetu

    December 25, 2014 at 7:25 AM

    In the morning she presented her
    divorce conditions: she didn’t
    want anything from me, but
    needed a month’s notice before
    the divorce. She requested that in
    that one month we both struggle
    to live as normal a life as possible.
    Her reasons were simple: our son
    had his exams in a month’s time
    and she didn’t want to disrupt
    him with our broken marriage.
    This was agreeable to me. But she
    had something more, she asked
    me to recall how I had carried her
    into out bridal room on our
    wedding day. She requested that
    every day for the month’s
    duration I carry her out of our
    bedroom to the front door ever
    morning. I thought she was
    going crazy. Just to make our last
    days together bearable I accepted
    her odd request.
    I told Jane about my wife’s
    divorce conditions. . She laughed
    loudly and thought it was absurd.
    No matter what tricks she applies,
    she has to face the divorce, she
    said scornfully.

  5. Metu Nyetu

    December 25, 2014 at 7:37 AM

    (pls chek weda i pasted dis twice)
    My wife and I hadn’t had any
    body contact since my divorce
    intention was explicitly
    expressed. So when I carried her
    out on the first day, we both
    appeared clumsy. Our son
    clapped behind us, daddy is
    holding mommy in his arms. His
    words brought me a sense of
    pain. From the bedroom to the
    sitting room, then to the door, I
    walked over ten meters with her
    in my arms. She closed her eyes
    and said softly; don’t tell our son
    about the divorce. I nodded,
    feeling somewhat upset. I put her
    down outside the door. She went
    to wait for the bus to work. I
    drove alone to the office.
    On the second day, both of us
    acted much more easily. She
    leaned on my chest. I could smell
    the fragrance of her blouse. I
    realized that I hadn’t looked at
    this woman carefully for a long
    time. I realized she was not
    young any more. There were fine
    wrinkles on her face, her hair was
    graying! Our marriage had taken
    its toll on her. For a minute I
    wondered what I had done to
    her.

  6. Metu Nyetu

    December 25, 2014 at 7:39 AM

    On the fourth day, when I lifted
    her up, I felt a sense of intimacy
    returning. This was the woman
    who had given ten years of her
    life to me. On the fifth and sixth
    day, I realized that our sense of
    intimacy was growing again. I
    didn’t tell Jane about this. It
    became easier to carry her as the
    month slipped by. Perhaps the
    everyday workout made me
    stronger.
    She was choosing what to wear
    one morning. She tried on quite a
    few dresses but could not find a
    suitable one. Then she sighed, all
    my dresses have grown bigger. I
    suddenly realized that she had
    grown so thin, that was the
    reason why I could carry her
    more easily.
    Suddenly it hit me… she had
    buried so much pain and
    bitterness in her heart.
    Subconsciously I reached out and
    touched her head.

  7. Metu Nyetu

    December 25, 2014 at 7:41 AM

    Our son came in at the moment
    and said, Dad, it’s time to carry
    mom out. To him, seeing his
    father carrying his mother out
    had become an essential part of
    his life. My wife gestured to our
    son to come closer and hugged
    him tightly. I turned my face away
    because I was afraid I might
    change my mind at this last
    minute. I then held her in my
    arms, walking from the bedroom,
    through the sitting room, to the
    hallway. Her hand surrounded my
    neck softly and naturally. I held
    her body tightly; it was just like
    our wedding day.
    But her much lighter weight
    made me sad. On the last day,
    when I held her in my arms I
    could hardly move a step. Our son
    had gone to school. I held her
    tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed
    that our life lacked intimacy. I
    drove to office…. jumped out of
    the car swiftly without locking the
    door. I was afraid any delay
    would make me change my
    mind…I walked upstairs. Jane
    opened the door and I said to
    her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the
    divorce anymore.

  8. Metu Nyetu

    December 25, 2014 at 7:43 AM

    She looked at me, astonished, and
    then touched my forehead. Do
    you have a fever? She said. I
    moved her hand off my head.
    Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce.
    My marriage life was boring
    probably because she and I didn’t
    value the details of our lives, not
    because we didn’t love each other
    anymore. Now I realize that since
    I carried her into my home on our
    wedding day I am supposed to
    hold her until death do us apart.
    Jane seemed to suddenly wake
    up. She gave me a loud slap and
    then slammed the door and burst
    into tears. I walked downstairs
    and drove away. At the floral shop
    on the way, I ordered a bouquet
    of flowers for my wife. The
    salesgirl asked me what to write
    on the card. I smiled and wrote,
    I’ll carry you out every morning
    until death do us apart.
    That evening I arrived home,
    flowers in my hands, a smile on
    my face, I run up stairs, only to
    find my wife in the bed -dead. My
    wife had been fighting CANCER
    for months and I was so busy
    with Jane to even notice. She
    knew that she would die soon
    and she wanted to save me from
    the whatever negative reaction
    from our son, in case we push
    through with the divorce.— At
    least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m
    a loving husband….

  9. Metu Nyetu

    December 25, 2014 at 7:50 AM

    The small details of your lives are
    what really matter in a
    relationship. It is not the mansion,
    the car, property, the money in
    the bank. These create an
    environment conducive for
    happiness but cannot give
    happiness in themselves.
    So find time to be your spouse’s
    friend and do those little things
    for each other that build intimacy.

    End…
    (@admin, may I ask dat u edit all dis & publish as a seperate news on its own? Sori 4d inconvinience)

  10. Grace

    December 25, 2014 at 3:33 PM

    @metu – are u in the same problem ? This is Xmas season not marriage – I beg u!

    • Tboy

      December 25, 2014 at 8:49 PM

      @Grace I totally agree with you. Metu, you should have shared this story on another day. A very lovely story to share though, but you should have been a bit more sensitive towards people trying to just soak up the Christmas atmosphere, people who want to enjoy their turkey meals in peace with very bright yuletide mood.
      Please lets be sensitive towards others.

      • Tboy

        December 25, 2014 at 8:58 PM

        Merry Christmas to everyone and a Happy New year!!! in advance.

  11. vikiegee

    December 25, 2014 at 11:32 PM

    Wow what a story! I know where this guy is coming from. @ Grace and Tboy you guys are ****. Though it is Xmas time, but if you don’t have any thing good to say to others, ****.

    • Metu Nyetu

      December 26, 2014 at 6:29 PM

      Tnx @ Vikiegee! I’d thot dat naijagist would publish dis as a sepr8 gist. I thot wrong. Bt no probs.

      If only they had given dis story a place of its own, d likes of Tboy & Grace who teach me skewd sensitivity would hav said a beta thing. One word I hav 4 dem is, turn ur TV 2 CNN & tel me if it’s only Chrismas news they hav nw. Ppl shd really learn 2 talk wisely.

      • Tboy

        December 26, 2014 at 7:46 PM

        @Metu, my dear….Lol. Please don’t let us get things twisted here ….if you have the time u should go back and read my comments. I said your story was lovely. But I was enjoying my Christmas meal-when I read your story and it made me wail like a baby. That I had so much water from my tears and I actually swam in it…then suddenly I realised I should not be getting myself so DEPRESSED! On Christmas day….Next time how about just telling us a story about the significance of Christ and Christmas, on day like Christmas, so that we can all learn more about Christmas.
        ..And even the bible lets us know that there is time for everything in:
        Ecclesiastes 3:1-8New International Version (NIV)
        A Time for Everything
        3 There is a time for everything,
        and a season for every activity under the heavens:
        2 a time to be born and a time to die,
        a time to plant and a time to uproot,
        3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
        a time to tear down and a time to build,
        4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
        a time to mourn and a time to dance,
        5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
        a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
        6 a time to search and a time to give up,
        a time to keep and a time to throw away,
        7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
        a time to be silent and a time to speak,
        8 a time to love and a time to hate,
        a time for war and a time for peace.

        Remain Blessed-Metu.Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year in advance.

        • Metu Nyetu

          December 27, 2014 at 6:02 AM

          same 2u!

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